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Chapter 559 - 485 Harley Quinn

Chapter 559: 485 Harley Quinn

Although there was no shortage of potential customers, the competition within the Las Vegas industry seemed quite fierce, and Jiang Chen had encountered numerous women propositioning him after just a brief walk near the hotel.

Black ones, white ones, yellow ones... there was a whole assortment of them.

Of course.

It wasn’t that he was so handsome that he had shaken the earth and unified the global standard of beauty. These ladies from around the world were simply teasingly asking if he required paid services, and as they spoke, they would showcase their competitive advantages.

For instance, bosoms so large they likely required two hands to grasp, or buttocks so plump they extended beyond the aesthetic preferences of the East.

Jiang Chen, of course, politely declined.

The reason he’s called polite is that each time, he patiently watched their entire presentation.

This was a form of respect.

Having once worked part-time at university doing field promotions, Jiang Chen understood the bitterness of the job. Some people wouldn’t even give you the chance to introduce your pitch before dismissively walking away, and he knew how hurtful that could feel.

However, when he politely watched their presentations before shaking his head and saying no, the expressions on those ladies’ faces didn’t seem too happy. Some were disappointed, and some even gave him a disdainful foreign sneer, mumbling under their breath as he walked away.

After observing for a while, Jiang Chen noticed that these scantily dressed ladies would only approach single men.

It appeared that no industry was really easy.

It wasn’t until he received a call from Li Shuru, telling him to return to the hotel early to rest and not to run around, to wait for her to come the next day, that Jiang Chen returned to the hotel.

Who said that Li Shuru didn’t care at all?

It seemed she knew what kind of place Las Vegas was and wanted to prevent him from acting rashly.

But comrade Jiang Chen was a man of very high moral awareness, understood the principle of a gentleman being cautious when alone, and didn’t need any supervision—he was utterly trustworthy.

He went back to the hotel honestly, following his girlfriend’s request.

Having just walked around, apart from those who he truly couldn’t appreciate—the "black pearls", and the few who had such voluptuous figures that their bodily proportions were distorted—the general quality of those women was quite good.

Of course.

The proper beauties inside the hotel were definitely of a higher class than those standing on the streets.

Moreover, the one he had arranged for Bai Haoran was of the highest level.

He wondered what that scene looked like now?

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but imagine.

But, although he was thinking, he had no intention of experiencing it for himself; he quickly cut off his imagination, turned on the TV, and decided to take a shower.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong..."

The doorbell rang.

"Hello, room service."

?

Jiang Chen looked toward the door with confusion.

Did he call for room service?

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong..."

The doorbell continued to sound incessantly.

Jiang Chen walked over and opened the door.

Then, he couldn’t help but freeze.

Standing outside was not a waiter but a sexy woman with a curvaceous figure.

This was not the key point.

The most bizarre part was that she was wearing a mask, like the classic cinema character, the Joker.

The eerie Joker mask covered the woman’s entire face, revealing only a pair of beautiful amber eyes.

Had this not been a luxury hotel, and if below the neck wasn’t a silk satin fabric of a black miniskirt confirming it was a woman, one might have been greatly frightened.

After all, in Meilijian, there’s no shortage of psychopaths who like to commit crimes wearing Joker masks.

"I don’t think I ordered room service."

Jiang Chen said perplexed, instinctively glancing at the outstanding figure of the other party, and then quickly looked at the only pair of eyes not covered by the Joker mask.

In this respect, Westerners do have an advantage. Compared to the monotonous black pupils of Easterners, Westerners have a colorful array of eye colors.

The eyes of this "Joker woman" were particularly beautiful, an exquisite amber.

Quite stunning.

Subconsciously, Jiang Chen was reminded of that not-so-romantic encounter in Beverly Hills.

"Really? But this is room 2615, it’s correct."

The Joker-masked woman checked the doorplate.

Jiang Chen also looked.

Indeed.

The number on the doorplate was indeed 2615.

Jiang Chen was puzzled and thought again, confirming that his memory should not have any error or deviation.

The meaning of this so-called service was clear to anyone.

One had to admit.

Professional is professional, a simple prop could instantly add an intriguing sense of mystery, and brought a bit more excitement.

Could it be that Bai Haoran recorded his room number with the hotel, and that’s why the hotel sent the beauty to his room?

This thought barely crossed his mind when Jiang Chen immediately dismissed it.

Given Bai Haoran’s character, he definitely wouldn’t do such a thing.

But what about this insistent Joker woman who claimed she had knocked on the right door?

While Jiang Chen was still confused, the "Joker woman" unexpectedly slipped in past him without any warning.

"You..."

Jiang Chen took back his earlier praise of professionalism.

What kind of service was this, barging into the room before the customer had even spoken?

Wasn’t this a case of high-pressure sales?

The street ladies he encountered earlier didn’t have such disregard for rules.

"There might be a mistake, you’d better confirm with your boss, I really didn’t order the service."

Jiang Chen maintained the decorum expected of a civilized country, didn’t get angry, and calmly communicated.

"Sir, there’s no mistake, please let me stay."

The Joker woman pleaded.

Although she couldn’t yet see her face, her attributes were quite remarkable, her skin was as white as milk, exuding an indescribable high-class feel. Apart from being fair and tender, she was very young, and definitely not on the same level as those street-standing women he saw earlier.